More ficlets: One Firefly and two Heroes
Sep. 14th, 2007 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kelly_girl
And the alphabet title ficlet thing continues. I'm having fun and getting rid of bunnies before they get big and bite me with vicious bunny teeth.
O- Oral, Firefly, Simon/Mal, NC-17
The Doc ain’t been on board two weeks before Mal notices he likes to stick stuff in his mouth. Ain’t got to be food neither. Mostly he nibbles on his fingers or something from his medical equipment. Mal watches him one night for almost an hour. He goes between his pinkie finger and his thumb, licking and sucking one, then the other, like they’re too good to leave alone.
Not once did Simon look up at him, too busy with his vid reader and notebook. Finally, Simon sends him one vague smile as he gets up and goes to bed. Mal jerks off right there. He comes with the picture of Simon sucking him all dainty and polite, like he was doing to his fingers. Afterwards, Mal avoids being around Simon when no one else is there.
A week later, Mal sees Simon in some ragged store on the ragged planet they’d landed on. It was safe enough to let the Doc off and Mal told himself again and again that he just happened to be in this same section of town. No way was he lookin’ after the Doc. That would be…actually, the man probably needed a gorram babysitter. Trouble found Simon like he had a beacon attached to his pretty, core-raised ass.
He stays outside the shop and looks through the window as Simon licks a finger and turns the page of some old dusty book. Mal wonders how those spit sticky fingers would feel on his skin. Would Simon lick and suck on him like he was some sweet dessert?
Later that night, Mal’s cleaning his weapons in the kitchen. Wash and Zoe are off ship somewhere doing things he’d rather not think about. Jayne’s in his bunk sleeping off too much drinkin’ and whorin’. Simon walks into the kitchen and Mal has to control his reaction. Doc’s got something in his mouth. Mal squints. It’s a sucker, something he’d never associate with Mr. Fancy.
He focuses extra hard on his gun cleaning. Just his luck, the Doc wants to be chatty. He asks questions about the guns, how they work and what they need so that they can be taken care of. He takes the sucker out to talk then puts it back in his mouth when Mal’s talking. Mal has to swallow the moisture in his mouth as Simon’s cheek’s hollow then puff back out. Mal tries not to fidget but his pants are tight and his balls ache.
Simon’s breezy smile turns into a smirk and Mal meets his eyes. The Doc’s staring at him like he sees something he might want to lick. Mal’s body goes for it before his brain can stop him. He grabs Simon’s shirt and hauls him over the table. He whips the candy out of Simon’s mouth and replaces it with his tongue. Sugar, sweet and hot, explodes over his lips. Simon moans and clutches at Mal’s suspenders.
They end up grappling on the floor, hands shoved down each other’s pants and Mal just gets real turned on at how strong the Doc turns out to be. He has to work and push and pull, but he gets Simon’s lips around his cock and cao, it’s better than he’d dreamed. Simon’s mouth sucks him in deep and doesn’t let go. His tongue can’t be real. It’s doing things Mal ain’t even conceived of and he wonders if Simon somehow got some companion training along with his doctoring degree.
When he comes, he almost blacks out, not that he’ll ever admit it. Simon crawls up his body, one of his hands wiping wet off his lips. He straddles Mal and strokes his own cock, desperate and quick, until he comes all over Mal’s stomach. And damned if that don’t cause Mal exhausted cock to try and show an interest. After Simon asks him, “now what?” Mal figures he doesn’t have a choice but to drag the good doctor down to his quarters so they can do it all over again.
P, Prisoner, Heroes, Gen, R
A loud buzz sounded and a door slammed closed. The noise echoed off the walls around Matt. He’d have to get used to it for the next five years. Everything around him was gray and metal. Prisoners in blue and dark green checked him out, and Matt struggled not to shiver at the hard searching looks. Now he wished he’d never seen one documentary on Prisons or watched ‘OZ.’
He was led into a small office where a smiling man stood and gestured for him to sit. Papers on an overcrowded desk were shuffled around until the man opened what Matt assumed was his file.
“Ahhh, let’s see. Parkman. Yes, yes, manslaughter.” The man closed the folder.
“I’m Mr. Bennet. Any problems you have, come to me. You’ll need some time to adjust, but make sure that when you have questions or problem’s they’re real. Understand?”
Matt heard the truth. Don’t come to him for crap. He was on his own and he realized the earlier smile Mr. Bennet had thrown him had been fake. He nodded and stood when Bennet did. He followed as Bennet led him to a small group of tables.
“Petrelli! Get over here!”
A young guy detached himself from a group of people and strolled over. He wore dark blue pants, a white wife-beater and a permanent smirk. He had a scar that diagonally bisected his face. The stubble on his jaws added to his rough and mean look. He stopped beside them and quirked an eyebrow at Bennet.
Bennet gestured at Matt. “This is Parkman, show him around, take him to his cell.”
Peter clapped his hands together once and then rubbed them against one another. “Who’s he with?”
Bennet checked a piece of paper. “Suresh.”
Peter laughed and looked Matt up and down. “Well, at least you won’t wake up with his dick in your ass.” He laughed again and Matt was tempted to step back. “Old Mo’ would rather read than make his new cellie give him a blowjob.”
Bennet said, “No sex, everyone knows that.” His tone was tired and resigned.
Peter widened his eyes and nodded with exaggerated movements. “Of course.”
Bennet sighed and pressed a hand to his forehead. “Just get him situated and we’ll ignore that small scuffle that happened at breakfast.” He looked up and the pinched expression on his face became sly. “Or do you want to go to the hole? I’m sure Nathan would love that.”
Peter looked away, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Whatever, “ he muttered. Mr. Bennet smiled smugly and walked away. Matt watched Peter watch Bennet. Peter’s eyes were narrowed and his bright white teeth chewed on his bottom lip. He turned suddenly and glared at Matt. “Come on then, fish.”
He waved at the grouping of metal tables and chairs. “We mostly hang out here. We usually have a TV, but it got taken away after a fight last week. The hacks say they’ll give it back next week, but that’s doubtful. Those fuckers love torturing us. Makes them feel good.”
Matt followed Peter to the last cell on the bottom level of a two-story row of dimly lit cells. The door was open and a dark guy with curly hair lay on a bed, reading. He wore glasses and inspected Matt quickly, then looked at Peter. Peter smirked and lounged against the doorway. “Hey, Mo. This here’s your new cell buddy.” Peter nudged Matt into the small cell. “I don’t think he bites, but you might want to sleep with one eye open for a couple of nights.”
Matt nodded at Mo, wondering for a second what the guy’s name really was, and threw his stuff on the top bunk. Peter laughed at them and said, “I’ll see you two guys later. Remember, no fucking until lights out.”
Mo stared at him, then stood up, his arms crossed over his chest. He spoke, his voice hard and tinged with an English accent. “If you don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with you. If you do try something I will hurt you very badly. Do you understand?”
Matt held his hands up. “I’m not looking for any trouble, man.” He scratched his head. “Um, what’s your name? Peter just called you Mo.”
Mo looked at him for awhile before he sat back down on his bed. “It’s Mohinder. Peter thinks he’s funny and it’s better to let him keep thinking that.”
Matt eyed the top bunk bed. He had no clue how he was going to get up there and stay the entire night. “Why is that?”
Mohinder stood again and pointed to Peter and another man. “That’s Nathan Petrelli, Peter’s older brother. Together they are the two most dangerous men in here. Any contraband you want, they can get for a price. If you decide you don’t like that arrangement, Peter, well, let’s just say Peter loves to enforce Nathan’s rules.”
Matt nodded and then did something no man in prison should ever do. Two pairs of dark eyes met his and it was like a punch. He stepped back. Peter’s eyes were coldly amused and Nathan’s eyes were speculative. Then they both smiled and went back to looking at each other.
The next five years were going to be hell.
Q- Quiet, Heroes, Peter/guy, NC-17
It’s a low, lust filled groan that draws Nathan to the last door. He’s looking for Peter, wants to surprise him, but he ends up being the one surprised. He peeks in the room and sees dark hair and golden skin twisting up into someone’s arms. Peter’s back is facing Nathan and the other guy, boy, man, has his hands all over his little brother’s body.
They whisper and kiss sloppily, like they have no worries that anyone from the party downstairs will find them. Nathan thinks he should be surprised that his brother likes men, but deep down, he’s not. Peter is Peter, and at eighteen thinks he knows everything. In the future, when he discovers he doesn’t know a damn thing, Nathan’s sure the Petrelli part of Peter won’t ever let him admit it.
Nathan continues to watch and shuts up the part of his brain that keeps asking why he hasn’t interrupted them or walked away. They fumble and pull at each other’s clothes until the mystery guy is sprawled under Peter with his legs spread obscenely wide. Nathan recognizes the heat that flares in his gut as Peter pushes fingers into the man’s body. It’s not jealousy he tells himself. It can’t be, so it isn’t.
They’re murmuring and Peter is shushing and reassuring the guy, stroking his buddy’s dick as Peter opens a condom and slips it on. Nathan’s hands ball into fists as Peter shifts and moves between the guy’s thighs and they both sigh and grunt. Nathan swallows thickly while his brother screws the guy blind. It doesn’t take long before they’re kissing and shuddering around each other. After a quiet moment, Peter pulls away and swipes the condom off. He looks up and meets Nathan’s eyes, no surprise on his face.
Nathan stares, refusing to look away from Peter’s sweaty chest and the lazy, fulfilled look that’s permeating his entire body. He knows if he looks away first, Peter will have won something. Is it fucked up that Nathan admires Peter for going for what he wants? Even if Nathan suspects it’s just to make Nathan uncomfortable? Peter smiles at him and makes a gesture silently telling Nathan he’ll meet him downstairs.
Nathan nods and walks away, anticipation thrumming through his body.
O- Oral, Firefly, Simon/Mal, NC-17
The Doc ain’t been on board two weeks before Mal notices he likes to stick stuff in his mouth. Ain’t got to be food neither. Mostly he nibbles on his fingers or something from his medical equipment. Mal watches him one night for almost an hour. He goes between his pinkie finger and his thumb, licking and sucking one, then the other, like they’re too good to leave alone.
Not once did Simon look up at him, too busy with his vid reader and notebook. Finally, Simon sends him one vague smile as he gets up and goes to bed. Mal jerks off right there. He comes with the picture of Simon sucking him all dainty and polite, like he was doing to his fingers. Afterwards, Mal avoids being around Simon when no one else is there.
A week later, Mal sees Simon in some ragged store on the ragged planet they’d landed on. It was safe enough to let the Doc off and Mal told himself again and again that he just happened to be in this same section of town. No way was he lookin’ after the Doc. That would be…actually, the man probably needed a gorram babysitter. Trouble found Simon like he had a beacon attached to his pretty, core-raised ass.
He stays outside the shop and looks through the window as Simon licks a finger and turns the page of some old dusty book. Mal wonders how those spit sticky fingers would feel on his skin. Would Simon lick and suck on him like he was some sweet dessert?
Later that night, Mal’s cleaning his weapons in the kitchen. Wash and Zoe are off ship somewhere doing things he’d rather not think about. Jayne’s in his bunk sleeping off too much drinkin’ and whorin’. Simon walks into the kitchen and Mal has to control his reaction. Doc’s got something in his mouth. Mal squints. It’s a sucker, something he’d never associate with Mr. Fancy.
He focuses extra hard on his gun cleaning. Just his luck, the Doc wants to be chatty. He asks questions about the guns, how they work and what they need so that they can be taken care of. He takes the sucker out to talk then puts it back in his mouth when Mal’s talking. Mal has to swallow the moisture in his mouth as Simon’s cheek’s hollow then puff back out. Mal tries not to fidget but his pants are tight and his balls ache.
Simon’s breezy smile turns into a smirk and Mal meets his eyes. The Doc’s staring at him like he sees something he might want to lick. Mal’s body goes for it before his brain can stop him. He grabs Simon’s shirt and hauls him over the table. He whips the candy out of Simon’s mouth and replaces it with his tongue. Sugar, sweet and hot, explodes over his lips. Simon moans and clutches at Mal’s suspenders.
They end up grappling on the floor, hands shoved down each other’s pants and Mal just gets real turned on at how strong the Doc turns out to be. He has to work and push and pull, but he gets Simon’s lips around his cock and cao, it’s better than he’d dreamed. Simon’s mouth sucks him in deep and doesn’t let go. His tongue can’t be real. It’s doing things Mal ain’t even conceived of and he wonders if Simon somehow got some companion training along with his doctoring degree.
When he comes, he almost blacks out, not that he’ll ever admit it. Simon crawls up his body, one of his hands wiping wet off his lips. He straddles Mal and strokes his own cock, desperate and quick, until he comes all over Mal’s stomach. And damned if that don’t cause Mal exhausted cock to try and show an interest. After Simon asks him, “now what?” Mal figures he doesn’t have a choice but to drag the good doctor down to his quarters so they can do it all over again.
P, Prisoner, Heroes, Gen, R
A loud buzz sounded and a door slammed closed. The noise echoed off the walls around Matt. He’d have to get used to it for the next five years. Everything around him was gray and metal. Prisoners in blue and dark green checked him out, and Matt struggled not to shiver at the hard searching looks. Now he wished he’d never seen one documentary on Prisons or watched ‘OZ.’
He was led into a small office where a smiling man stood and gestured for him to sit. Papers on an overcrowded desk were shuffled around until the man opened what Matt assumed was his file.
“Ahhh, let’s see. Parkman. Yes, yes, manslaughter.” The man closed the folder.
“I’m Mr. Bennet. Any problems you have, come to me. You’ll need some time to adjust, but make sure that when you have questions or problem’s they’re real. Understand?”
Matt heard the truth. Don’t come to him for crap. He was on his own and he realized the earlier smile Mr. Bennet had thrown him had been fake. He nodded and stood when Bennet did. He followed as Bennet led him to a small group of tables.
“Petrelli! Get over here!”
A young guy detached himself from a group of people and strolled over. He wore dark blue pants, a white wife-beater and a permanent smirk. He had a scar that diagonally bisected his face. The stubble on his jaws added to his rough and mean look. He stopped beside them and quirked an eyebrow at Bennet.
Bennet gestured at Matt. “This is Parkman, show him around, take him to his cell.”
Peter clapped his hands together once and then rubbed them against one another. “Who’s he with?”
Bennet checked a piece of paper. “Suresh.”
Peter laughed and looked Matt up and down. “Well, at least you won’t wake up with his dick in your ass.” He laughed again and Matt was tempted to step back. “Old Mo’ would rather read than make his new cellie give him a blowjob.”
Bennet said, “No sex, everyone knows that.” His tone was tired and resigned.
Peter widened his eyes and nodded with exaggerated movements. “Of course.”
Bennet sighed and pressed a hand to his forehead. “Just get him situated and we’ll ignore that small scuffle that happened at breakfast.” He looked up and the pinched expression on his face became sly. “Or do you want to go to the hole? I’m sure Nathan would love that.”
Peter looked away, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Whatever, “ he muttered. Mr. Bennet smiled smugly and walked away. Matt watched Peter watch Bennet. Peter’s eyes were narrowed and his bright white teeth chewed on his bottom lip. He turned suddenly and glared at Matt. “Come on then, fish.”
He waved at the grouping of metal tables and chairs. “We mostly hang out here. We usually have a TV, but it got taken away after a fight last week. The hacks say they’ll give it back next week, but that’s doubtful. Those fuckers love torturing us. Makes them feel good.”
Matt followed Peter to the last cell on the bottom level of a two-story row of dimly lit cells. The door was open and a dark guy with curly hair lay on a bed, reading. He wore glasses and inspected Matt quickly, then looked at Peter. Peter smirked and lounged against the doorway. “Hey, Mo. This here’s your new cell buddy.” Peter nudged Matt into the small cell. “I don’t think he bites, but you might want to sleep with one eye open for a couple of nights.”
Matt nodded at Mo, wondering for a second what the guy’s name really was, and threw his stuff on the top bunk. Peter laughed at them and said, “I’ll see you two guys later. Remember, no fucking until lights out.”
Mo stared at him, then stood up, his arms crossed over his chest. He spoke, his voice hard and tinged with an English accent. “If you don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with you. If you do try something I will hurt you very badly. Do you understand?”
Matt held his hands up. “I’m not looking for any trouble, man.” He scratched his head. “Um, what’s your name? Peter just called you Mo.”
Mo looked at him for awhile before he sat back down on his bed. “It’s Mohinder. Peter thinks he’s funny and it’s better to let him keep thinking that.”
Matt eyed the top bunk bed. He had no clue how he was going to get up there and stay the entire night. “Why is that?”
Mohinder stood again and pointed to Peter and another man. “That’s Nathan Petrelli, Peter’s older brother. Together they are the two most dangerous men in here. Any contraband you want, they can get for a price. If you decide you don’t like that arrangement, Peter, well, let’s just say Peter loves to enforce Nathan’s rules.”
Matt nodded and then did something no man in prison should ever do. Two pairs of dark eyes met his and it was like a punch. He stepped back. Peter’s eyes were coldly amused and Nathan’s eyes were speculative. Then they both smiled and went back to looking at each other.
The next five years were going to be hell.
Q- Quiet, Heroes, Peter/guy, NC-17
It’s a low, lust filled groan that draws Nathan to the last door. He’s looking for Peter, wants to surprise him, but he ends up being the one surprised. He peeks in the room and sees dark hair and golden skin twisting up into someone’s arms. Peter’s back is facing Nathan and the other guy, boy, man, has his hands all over his little brother’s body.
They whisper and kiss sloppily, like they have no worries that anyone from the party downstairs will find them. Nathan thinks he should be surprised that his brother likes men, but deep down, he’s not. Peter is Peter, and at eighteen thinks he knows everything. In the future, when he discovers he doesn’t know a damn thing, Nathan’s sure the Petrelli part of Peter won’t ever let him admit it.
Nathan continues to watch and shuts up the part of his brain that keeps asking why he hasn’t interrupted them or walked away. They fumble and pull at each other’s clothes until the mystery guy is sprawled under Peter with his legs spread obscenely wide. Nathan recognizes the heat that flares in his gut as Peter pushes fingers into the man’s body. It’s not jealousy he tells himself. It can’t be, so it isn’t.
They’re murmuring and Peter is shushing and reassuring the guy, stroking his buddy’s dick as Peter opens a condom and slips it on. Nathan’s hands ball into fists as Peter shifts and moves between the guy’s thighs and they both sigh and grunt. Nathan swallows thickly while his brother screws the guy blind. It doesn’t take long before they’re kissing and shuddering around each other. After a quiet moment, Peter pulls away and swipes the condom off. He looks up and meets Nathan’s eyes, no surprise on his face.
Nathan stares, refusing to look away from Peter’s sweaty chest and the lazy, fulfilled look that’s permeating his entire body. He knows if he looks away first, Peter will have won something. Is it fucked up that Nathan admires Peter for going for what he wants? Even if Nathan suspects it’s just to make Nathan uncomfortable? Peter smiles at him and makes a gesture silently telling Nathan he’ll meet him downstairs.
Nathan nods and walks away, anticipation thrumming through his body.
